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If anyone had asked me this morning how the day would end, I would’ve never in my wildest dreams guessed this. I may have dreamed about it, but I never thought it would come to fruition.
He lifts on his knees and stares down at me. The desire swirling in his dark eyes has me shifting on the bed. I want him closer; I want him naked.
I reach up and run my hands under his shirt. My fingertips dance along hard, rigid abs that tense under my touch.
“Can we take this off?” I ask to be polite, but I don’t wait for his response as I pull it up and over his head. One of my favorite sounds leaves his lips with a deep chuckle.
“Yes, ma’am.” Once his shirt is off, he leans back on his knees in front of me with his muscular arms spread wide. “What else?”
I don’t hesitate. “All of it.”
He slowly lifts his left eyebrow before reaching down to slide the tail of his belt through the clip. He pulls it taut and disengages the hole. In a single yank, he pulls the belt free, causing me to swallow hard.
I’m captivated as he tosses it to the floor. My eyes follow his every move in fascination. It’s one of the sexiest, most intense experiences of my life, and it hasn’t even started yet. He reaches down, his large hands gripping the thick material surrounding the button.
“Are you watching, cupcake?”
I lick my lips, a breathy sigh escaping me. “You know I am, big guy.”
He chuckles as one hand toys with the button on his jeans, while the other runs slowly up and down my outer thigh. His fingertips move dangerously close to the apex of my thighs, earning a gasp from me.
He’s careful to not touch me there, teasing me. When I look down, I see the bulge threatening to break free. It’s then that I realize it isn’t just me he’s torturing. Correction. It’s us.
Even though I’m dying to move this to the next step, I stop myself from reaching forward and helping him because I rather enjoy the buildup.
The push and pull. It’s intoxicating.
Instead, I reach up and circle my left nipple at a slow, tantalizing pace over my shirt. He groans and flicks his button open, his fingers moving to the zipper to pull it down, centimeter by fucking centimeter.
I arch, going from circling my nipple to pulling on the now hardened peak. The heat in my core threatens to consume me if he doesn’t touch me soon.
His zipper is the only sound in the room aside from our heavy breaths. Once he finally pulls it all the way down, my eyes snap to his. The desire in his stare is so intense, every doubt or fear I had about us being together evaporates.
I know without a doubt that this man wants me, and he damn sure doesn’t see me as just a client.
My heart and my head finally align. It’s only him and me.
He reaches down and tugs at the bottom of my t-shirt, slowly sliding it up my belly to expose my bra. It’s a thin lacy piece that’s comfortable and cute but feels like the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever put on my body with the expression he makes as he takes me in.
He looks like a starved man, ready to devour his first meal in a long time.
I raise my hands and lift my back so he can slide the t-shirt the rest of the way off. The soft cotton material leaves a tingling sensation on my skin as it passes. Once it clears my head, he tosses it to the side and runs his fingertips along my rib cage.
His light touch only serves to heat my skin in its wake.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, cupcake. Fucking breathtaking.”
My cheeks heat at his compliment at the same time my core tightens. “Is that so, big guy?”
The smile that breaks across his face is my new favorite. It pulls at his cheeks, the skin around his eyes and his nose crinkling in the cutest way.
“I’ve dreamed about this. About seeing you spread out under me, your eyes full of light and heat. Ready and waiting for me to worship you all night. I want to savor every fucking moment, cupcake, because it doesn’t get any better than this.”
I spread my arms wide like he did earlier. “I’m all yours, big guy.”
“Finally,” He says simply before leaning down to capture my lips. Once his touch mine, his restraint snaps.
His fingers find the button of my jeans, and he quickly releases it before sliding my zipper down in one swift motion. The slow, tantalizing movements from earlier are nowhere in sight now.
